With the support of the clan leader, it saved a lot of effort. Wang Ting followed the procedures in his memories from his previous life, and of course, he also took into account the requirement of confidentiality.
Wang Ting knew what the invention of paper meant. It was an invention of great social significance. It changed the speed of social progress and was an extremely important carrier for the spread of civilization.
If some unscrupulous officials or people with ulterior motives knew about it, it would definitely cause something, such as forceful plundering, assassination, and so on.
Although it was inconvenient, Wang Ting still seriously explored the mountains. In the end, after crossing two mountains, he found a small lake and built a paper mill according to his later memories. Moreover, the people who were selected to participate in the paper-making process had signed a confidentiality agreement after discussing with the clan leader. The main content was that they could not tell anyone what they had done, including their wives and children. If they violated the rules, they would be severely punished according to the clan rules.
In fact, making paper was not too difficult for the people in his previous life, but it was a little difficult for the current Wang Ting. The key was that he had to rely on himself, an idiot, to lead a group of ancient people who did not care about anything.
Fortunately, the ancients were honest. Since everyone decided to support Wang Sheng, who had received guidance from the immortal, they built a few fermentation tanks, two pulp ponds, and other supporting facilities according to Wang Sheng's request.
In order not to delay the production, the clansmen who were selected to participate in the workshop also built a row of accommodation by the lake. It seemed that Wang Ting did not intend to let everyone go home before the production was completed. Of course, the food and the food of his family were all borne by the other members of the clan.
While arranging for the tribesmen to work, Wang Ting also used a knife to carve down the entire paper production process and precautions on the bark of the tree according to the memories he had from his previous life when he visited the Black Stream.
"Damn the old society!" Wang Ting cursed as he carved. Wang Ting couldn't help but laugh when he thought of the paper.
There were two main steps in making paper. One was to make pulp, and the other was to add glue to make the pulp shape.
Pulping was a process of fermentation and decay. It was roughly divided into material selection, soaking, drying, soaking, marinating, pounding, and so on. Of course, in his previous life, there were some steps such as rinsing, but now it was saved. It was just that the paper he produced was not so white.
The most important thing in the paper-making process was the choice of glue. The glue was added to make the pulp easy to make paper after drying and not easy to tear. Wang Ting had also spent a lot of effort to send a few people to the mountains to scrape the sticky sap back, and then choose a few of them to experiment on.
After everything was ready, Wang Ting led a group of ancient people to start production. Before the production, Wang Ting specially held a mobilization meeting. This was very important. He couldn't guarantee how many experiments he would succeed. Maintaining confidence was the most important thing. Wang Ting didn't want to see these people quit after a few failures.
After a dozen failures, a piece of yellow paper was finally produced after the bamboo strips dried.
At that moment, everyone was boiling with excitement. Of course, Wang Ting would not let them get carried away.
Having the first piece meant that it was a preliminary success. On this basis, after several adjustments, a paper similar to the later generation finally appeared.
At that moment, Wang Ting held the paper he had made so excitedly that his eyes were watery. He touched it again and again until the paper was almost transparent before he stopped being excited. The surrounding clansmen were also extremely excited. Most of them prostrated themselves and kowtowed to the sky countless times before counting.
Wang Ting personally walked out of the mountain and returned to the village. He took a brush, ink slab, and other things from the square table and helped the clan leader climb two mountains to the workshop.
The people in the workshop had also stopped production and were waiting for the clan leader in an empty room that Wang Ting had specially prepared. Of course, when they left, Wang Ting had also arranged for someone to make a square table, saying that it was for demonstration purposes.
"Grandpa, look, this is the paper I made according to the immortals. I'll show you the effect of writing later.”
Wang Rui, this old comrade, trembled as he took the thing that he had never seen before. His eyes were filled with tears, and he didn't know what to say. After a while, he handed the paper to Wang Ting and turned around to leave the room.
Wang Ting was stunned. He thought to himself, What's wrong with this grandfather? He should at least say something.
Everyone was also puzzled. Everyone followed the clan leader out of the room.
Clan Leader Wang Rui came to the lakeside and knelt down."My ancestors, you must be asking the heavens to bless my clan so that my clan can inherit the laws of the heavens. I, Wang Rui, will definitely lead my clan to pass on the inheritance for thousands of years and let my clan stand in the Great Han Dynasty like the other aristocratic families.”As he spoke, he respectfully kowtowed nine times.
The other clan members also followed the clan leader and kowtowed to thank their ancestors and gods. Wang Ting didn't want to do this, but when he saw that he was standing alone like a piece of wood, he also knelt down. Sigh, this was the first time he had come to this world.
"Grandpa, look, this is the effect of the paper made by our clan's Immortal De Cheng.”
Wang Ting once again handed the paper he had written," There is a path in the mountain of books, and diligence is the path. There is no end to learning, and hard work is the only way." When it came to calligraphy, Wang Ting had practiced it since he was young. Not only did he start practicing the Liu style when he started calligraphy classes in elementary school, but he also practiced the Ou and Yan styles in high school and university. He was also very familiar with cursive script, especially when the red society worshipped Grandpa Mao's magnificent calligraphy. He even worked hard to imitate 70 - 80% of it. After the business world in the later generations, it became popular to bribe famous people for paintings and other works of art. There was no reason to put them down. This was also the capital to show off in his previous life.
Of course, for the clansmen who had never come into contact with these things, they did not have any comments. However, they only felt that it was as wonderful as the writing of an immortal.
"Sheng 'er, this immortal's magic fruit is unusual. The words written on it are different from the words on the bamboo slip. I wonder if Sheng' er can use this heavenly object to lead my people to establish themselves in the world in the future?”
"Grandfather, I've already thought it through. Since we have a foundation, we can sell some of them to exchange for some money to improve our lives. At the same time, I also have the sealing method and the method to brew immortal wine that the immortal taught me. I will let the children of my clan study as much as they can, obtain official titles, and honor my ancestors.”
Then, the old comrade Wang Rui arranged for the tribe members to take out the stored meat, wild vegetables, and the only two jars of wine in the tribe. He had Wang Sheng cook according to the immortal's cooking method and made a lively celebration.
Afterwards, Wang Ting arranged for the clansmen to increase production. After the production accumulated to a certain amount, they could exchange for money to realize their own plans.
Before leaving the mountain, Wang Ting had also designed the brand and logo of the paper. He had carved the product of the Wang family of Wuling on a block of wood and then printed it on the corner of the paper with ink.
At the same time, he also inscribed the words he had written on it: " There is a path in the mountain of books, and diligence is the path. There is no end to learning." The king of Wuling was born.
Anyway, he was already in the Three Kingdoms. He did not care about plagiarizing the works of future generations. Only by being shameless could he live well.
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